His killed me as a pre-punk boy. Like some free-reed instrument, it glowed more than pushed, transmitting a longing I couldn't yet name. Was the sweetest on KWFM radio in Tucson in the mid '70s.
That voice sidled up swimmingly next to his male-peer stars, like the velvet country-rock throats of John Dawson (New Riders of The Purple Sage) and Jackson Browne, especially on the song of isolation "The Story," a tune filled of songwriterly flourishes, raw violin and a foreshadowing narrative so great it transcended any potentialities as a formal radio song, yet there it was on free-form KWFM, regularly: